Beer Burger Pool!

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Philadelphia's night life can be wild if you know where to go. The wild days are over now, though, but there's places just as fun.

This endeavor is as much for Roy to show Grant the places in Philadelphia to drink, but also the places not to drink at. Nightwing-- Dick-- would probably have his head if he knew he was showing Mar'i's boyfriend how to drink, but someone's got to do it. No one likes hangovers, if Grant can even have them, and besides, friends show friends how to drink smart.

Roy hooks an arm over Grant's shoulder and faces him to the long boulevard that stretches out before them. Scattered about from side to side, down and down the block, bars: big ones, flashy ones, hole-in-the-wall bars.

"The trickiest part of your training will be bar food, young padawan. Let's find some grub and start the trials!"

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"Bravo, man!" The kid hesitated and Roy's heart is just climbing back down from his throat for the few seconds it was clung there. Mar'i was a rational girl borne of, at least in this world, rational people. Roy hadn't expected to hear something bad, and hearing something good is a spectacular step-up.

"I'd buy you another round but it looks like you're having a fine time with that one." He's nibbling at the third pretzel now, dipping pieces in the beer. "That really is awesome to hear, though. Things were rocky for you there for a bit, but I'm glad to know things levelled out. Oh, and you're cute together, nyah."

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Did Roy really just say he and Mar'i are "cute"? Aren't there man laws against that or something? Well, regardless, it would appear that Arsenal approves of the relationship. That the older Titan hasn't already asked a series of embarrassing questions regarding Tamaranean sexuality actually comes as something of a surprise to Emerson.

Glancing at his beer, Grant can't help but smile, then downs the rest of his glass, reaching for his burger and taking a few bites. That's when he sees Roy dipping bits of his pretzel into his beer.

"Is that any good?" he asks, a quizzical expression on his face.

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"No," he says matter-of-factly. "I do it to practice suppressing my gag reflex." He gets through two more nibbles, and a swig of beer before he laughs openly.

"Yes, it is. It's not cheez goo... the cheese is in the pretzel dough. Soaks up the beer nice especially if you've got a good head on it."

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"Har har," Grant replies, making a face at Roy's joke. Leaning back in his seat, Emerson pats his stomach, nodding a little. He has to hand it to the elder Titan - the place really did have a surprisingly good burger. And, now that he's finished his second one, he has to admit that the beer really isn't that bad.

"So, how long you figure until the new complex is ready to go?" he asks, stretching a bit.

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Roy swivels the plate around with one finger so the other half of the pretzel is in front of Grant. "Welcome to try it yourself," he says.

Even thinking about the land almost gives him a migraine. It's the part of him that will always be a reservation boy and respect that around him. "The dredging work on the intermediary's gotta happen," he says with a sigh. "Not to mention all the security, and dealing with the local bureacrats... best case scenario, three months? Six? I dunno. Not like we need to leave the work to contractors entirely, though."